Chapter 121: War Consumes the Mortal Realm

Zhu Jiuyin received his orders and returned to the Chaos Temple on Mount Buzhou.

Unlike the Dao Ancestor Hongjun, Zhu Jiuyin shared a bond of true self and manifestation with the eight Year Beasts. They were connected by karma and linked in spirit, allowing him to control their every action through his intent regardless of the distance. Consequently, he had no intention of leaving the Chaos Temple to make personal contact with them.

Noticing that the strength of the eight manifestations was still too weak, and at this stage, not yet sufficient to be considered a force of humanity—

This excuse might have worked in ordinary times, but with Xu Maoxian now presiding over the Jiangzhou officialdom, Dai Zongbao could no longer afford to be so reckless.

"Why must you insist on taking action inside the hotel, President Miao? As long as it happens outside, beyond the hotel's premises, then it is none of my concern." After saying this, the manager left with his entourage, leaving the space to President Miao.

"Furthermore, as everyone knows, the Skyfire Kingdom and the Jin Kingdom have diplomatic relations, and since the Jin Kingdom is planning to invade your Tianze Kingdom, the people of the Skyfire Kingdom would naturally not stand idly by if they encountered you hunting the Bi Shui Yu in the Muyu Mountain Range," Lin Yifan replied.

There was also an older-looking man who bore a resemblance to Du Shaohua; he was likely Du Shaohua’s father and Du Er’ya’s maternal grandfather. He looked even more aged than Du Yi, which was no surprise, as the man had not even reached the Foundation Establishment stage and possessed no cultivation realm whatsoever.

Zuo Wei’s attitude and tone were extremely firm. Without offering a single word of explanation, he issued a direct demand to Wang Peng.

The man in black, Mu Ci, expressed his gratitude in a rush. Since the Exalted One had promised to provide a relatively simple question, how could he not thank him?

But the problem was that he should have known better. He had agreed with the President to be appointed as a government official in the United States—specifically, Deputy Chief of Staff at the White House—but that had only been discussed over a phone call. How could such a thing exist in the real world? How could a high-ranking government official be appointed without a proper induction process?

Yet, not taking action was not an option either. Without punishment, not only would Wang Peng benefit, but it would also appear as if the behavior were being tacitly approved.

Without utilizing any primordial energy, relying purely on the explosive speed of his physical body, he charged forward. Tianya Wanggui unleashed a horizontal strike, swinging directly at the long hammer held by Yang Poxia.

That an ordinary citizen of the Great Ming could trigger such a background involving the Radical Party was something Guitou Bao had never dreamed of. Having just been saved by Xu Maoxian’s stern shout, Guitou Bao felt deeply uneasy in his heart.

The flames that had been roaring atop the ice coffin began to fade. Once I stopped pouring gasoline onto it, the last of the fuel was soon consumed, and the fire vanished without a trace along with it.

Ruan Zhinan scratched her back, lost in his own world, treating all her warnings as if they were nothing more than wind whistling past his ears.

Even Xue Yu’er believed that once Holy Master Xiacuan unleashed this move, she would essentially have no chance of winning.

This was the largest branch of the Jiang Family Fresh Food Supermarket in Cangnan City. The amount of fresh produce sold daily reached tens of thousands of pounds, rivaling the scale of a traditional wet market. However, in terms of environment, the wet market could not compare to the Jiang Family Fresh Food Supermarket.

He watched Du Ruo’s retreating figure, raised his hand to touch the spot where he had been kissed, and then glanced at the massive school gate. He suddenly felt the stirrings of first love.

[Author’s Note]: I hope everyone likes this. Bone has been working hard without slacking for a single day.

With a crisp "slap," Mu Hanshuang, who had always been timid and subservient before Gu Huaiyan and Cheng Yinni, finally found someone upon whom she could vent her dissatisfaction. Seizing the opportunity, she delivered a resounding slap across his face.

Lou Shenghao smiled and increased the pressure in his hand; the bones in Ji Haitang’s shoulder instantly emitted a cracking sound. Fearing to show his pain before Lou Shenghao, he could only endure it all in silence.

Tang Luo chuckled. It seemed that this level of injury was truly nothing to Xuanyuan Tiezhu; two pork knuckles would be enough to replenish his strength.

Even though Lin Yi was not lacking in money or resources at the moment, he understood the principle that one should not sit idly by and eat away at their savings.